However, the Dafang Sect that Su Yin mentioned was not fabricated out of thin air, but there was indeed such a martial arts sect in the Yuan Kingdom. Her subordinate Cheng Dali studied under the Dafang Sect and practiced in the Dafang Sect since he was a child.
"A generous person?"
When the big man heard this, his expression softened slightly, "In that case, please show me the token of the Dafang Sect for a routine inspection. I hope you can understand."
After Su Yin mentioned the Dafang Sect, the big man became much more polite. After all, the Dafang Sect was considered a major sect within the Yuan Kingdom. When its disciples went out, they would get a little bit of the sect's glory.
"Then please take a look, brother."
Su Yin nodded solemnly, walked to the stone pier on one side, and suddenly punched the stone pier with lightning speed, hitting the stone pier with a bang.
After punching him, he stood with his hands tied and looked at the big man guarding the door quietly.
The big man glanced at the stone pier, and his expression changed slightly. He saw a square fist mark on the stone pier. It was more than an inch deep and neatly arranged, like a square.
Sifang Fist is the famous skill of the Dafang Sect. Every disciple of the Dafang Sect can practice it, but those who can practice to such a level are probably very rare in the entire Dafang Sect.
Su Yin used a square fist and immediately shocked the big man guarding the door.
"Young hero, please come inside."
The big man suddenly stood up and made a gesture of invitation, and his address naturally turned into honorifics. Those who are masters in martial arts come first, and the stronger the martial arts, the more respected and feared they will be.
Su Yin nodded slightly, lifted up his robe, raised his sharp chin, and walked slowly into the inn.
When people in the inn saw another person coming in, they all immediately focused their attention. The people who could enter the inn were all martial arts people who came to join the Anti-Youth Alliance. Each one of them could not be treated as an ordinary person.
In particular, people from some big sects will be respected and sought after by some martial arts people. The matter of hugging someone's thigh is a normal thing no matter which world or dynasty they are placed in.
"What a handsome young man."
That slender figure, flawless handsome face, and remote temperament make everyone's eyes brighten at a glance.
For a time, voices of admiration sounded from time to time throughout the inn.
Su Yin glanced at the people in the inn and found that everyone inside was sitting, drinking wine and eating side dishes. There were shopkeepers, waiters, and cooks inside. It was no different from an ordinary inn.
The only difference is that the people in the inn are all unusual people who carry gleaming weapons and occasionally release a touch of evil energy.
Weapons are contraband in any country. Except for the government and the army, ordinary people who wear weapons will be severely punished. Of course, there is also a group of people who never follow the rules or the king's laws, and that is the people in the martial arts world.
A chivalrous man uses force to break the law, and this is the case in any country.
"Waiter, serve me a pot of good wine and some special dishes."
Su Yin walked to an empty table as if there was no one around, lifted up her robe and sat down, as if she was just here to have a meal.
"Okay, wait a moment objectively."
The waiter responded and ran to the kitchen to get busy.
"Little brother, you are quite handsome. My sister really likes it."
A seductive woman in her early thirties twisted her waist, walked to the seat next to Su Yin, and sat down. She leaned forward and almost stuck to Su Yin.